Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman's Indifferent Sinner Wife

Getting Him Hooked: Mr. Freeman’s Indifferent Sinner Wife Chapter 643

Olivia went upstairs to see if he had gone, so she lifted the curtain and glanced outside.

However, after looking for a long time and not seeing him, she thought he must have left. Without thinking. much, she turned around and went to take a bath.

Maybe she was so tired that she fell asleep while taking a bath.

She would have slept through the night if Mrs. Simmons had not come knocking.

“Miss, I made you dessert. Why don’t you come out to have some?”

When she got no reply. Mrs. Simmons added, “It helps with beauty. You’re going to be a bride. Shouldn’t you get some extra help?”

Mrs. Simmons was like a mother to Olivia, thoughtful and loving.

Therefore, she replied without rejecting. “Sure, I’ll get dressed and go downstairs.”

“Okay, hurry downstairs. Don’t soak for too long, or you’ll catch a cold.”

“Got it.”

Olivia dried herself with a towel before putting on a cozy pair of pajamas and going downstairs.

When she headed downstairs, she suddenly felt a gust of cold wind blowing with a clang.

Remembering that the window in Zac’s room might be open, she pushed the door open and closed it.

Suddenly, she noticed a shadow under the streetlamp. Was John still there?

Therefore, she went aside, opened the window, stuck her head out, and looked again, only to find John lying on the ground and not moving.

Her heart shuddered, and she went downstairs in a panic.

However, she stopped abruptly halfway down the stairs.

An idea came into her head for some reason. ‘What if he’s faking it?’ NôvelDrama.Org holds © this.

She just told him everything about him, so did he pretend to be hurt to get sympathy?

As far as she was concerned, it was something John could do.

“Miss? What’s the matter? Hurry downstairs.”

With that said, Mrs. Simmons took a coat and put it on her. Then she led her to the dining room, lecturing, “Miss, you’re already 30. Why do you wear so few clothes? You could catch a cold.”

Olivia answered absentmindedly and turned to look out again, frowning.

If it was true, she could not just let it go.

For some reason, she could not help remembering that John had made her kneel in front of Dorothy for the entire night. Maybe it was a revenge mentality. She wanted him to feel the pain of dying, but no one bothered.

Therefore, a voice in her head told her. ‘Be indifferent, and don’t worry.”

“Miss? What’s the matter? You’re absentminded. Are you still worried about Sir?”

Olivia shook her head and took a bite of the dessert.

However, it was sornehow bitter.

Suddenly, the wind blew hard, and the door slammed shut, startling Olivia.

“It’s alright. I’ll close it.”

Just then, the rain came pouring down-pattering on the ground.

It looked so much like that night that Olivia could not help shivering.

“Why is it raining all of a sudden?”

Mrs. Simmons was still mumbling something about how it had not rained for a long time, and maybe the weather was too hot, but Olivia was not listening.

Suddenly, she jumped up from her seat and went to the window to look outside. The man was still on the floor, unresponsive.

With a sudden pain in her heart, she opened the door and rushed out without thinking.

Not knowing what was going on, Mrs. Simmons ran outside, “Miss, what are you doing? You can’t get in the rain in this weather!”

Olivia ran up to John and stopped. After a long pause, she slowly squatted down and reached out to pat him.

“John?”

There was no movement.

Panicked, she quickly turned him over, stretched out her hand, and detected a faint breath.

Her pupils dilated as she looked at his bloodless face, wet with rain. Her voice shuddered as he reached out and patted his face. “John? Wake up!”